The Imaginary MIT

Last night I dreamt that I was riding the red line "T" across the  Longfellow Bridge from Cambridge Mass. toward Boston.  After the train crosses the bridge over the Charles River it goes underground where I used to switch to the green line train which emerges on Commonwealth Ave in front of Boston University. In my dream the red line "T" suddenly became the green line and when it went above ground, in the place where Boston University usually was, somehow I was in front of MIT. It was snowing and I was wearing a warm coat, I wasn't terribly cold, but I felt lost and had the feeling that I'd missed my stop. I started wandering through the campus, which wasn't really the MIT campus at all, but a very very utopic, futuristic, version of MIT. A female professor then offered to show me around, but after taking me a few feet into the campus she told me to stop and look at the students on campus, then she asked me to look back at where we'd come from, "That is where you belong,"  she said, pointing away from the school, "the campus is not for you, you shouldn't be here." I looked at the students in front of me, I noticed how happy there were, it was gently snowing, they were singing. Then I woke up.